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Huxley said, “Memories are a man’s private literature.” Memories are private and you never know which ones will be picked up, stored away and treasured. In 1 Year, 10 Projects, 100 Discoveries, ten of the discoveries are memories- fun, sad, happy, I’m not sure what types there will be, but I do know that they will all be treasured. This post is part of that project. You can see all 10 memories here and the entire project here. Enjoy the memories, I am!
Growing up in Florida, hockey wasn’t exactly a popular sport. In fact, it wasn’t a sport available at all. But, in the midwest, it’s quite popular. When a newfound friend found himself with an extra ticket, I jumped at the chance to go to my first hockey game. Who knew that the arena would be so cold?
With pretzel, hot dog and beers in hand, we settled in to watch the Columbus Blue Jackets play the Nashville Predators. At first, it was challenging to keep track of the puck, but by the end of the first period, I had mostly gotten the hang of it. Even though my partner in crime was kind enough to explain the basic rules along the way, I’m not sure I got all of them.
With any live sporting event, the game was exhilarating, the atmosphere fun and the beer cold. The final score? 4-3 in overtime.
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